Chapter 15

I had declined Graham's dinner invitation. The next morning he brought his laptop to the nursery while I was folding Oliver's clothes. "I need twenty minutes," he said. "The regional director wants a statement about the awards ceremony." "Then write one." He gave a tired smile, waiting for me to soften. "You know how I sound. You're better at finding the right words." For years, I had been the invisible second person at every important moment in his career. I wrote the speech he delivered...